Today's Top 5 Mulligans — Fri 31 Jul 2026

So, these new golf shoes arrived. They're plastered with "Antigravity Pros" across the box, like they're going to launch me into orbit. Inside, there's this squishy foam stuff, probably pilfered from NASA's reject pile because the actual astronauts complained it was too bouncy.

Let's be honest, showing up to a pro golf tournament is a bit like signing up for a public exercise in masochism. You’re there to watch guys chase a tiny ball across acres of perfectly mowed grass, usually with thousands of your closest friends, all while praying the sky doesn't decide to impersonate a shower.

The greens at Edgewood Tahoe weren't just hosting a golf tournament recently; they were the scene of a full-blown, Barkley-brand roast. Sir Charles, a man whose golf swing has gone from a bewildered flail to something vaguely resembling a controlled explosion, decided to turn his considerable competitive fire not on the leaderboard, but on his fellow celebrity golfers.

Alright, the tiny titans of the Junior PGA Championships have officially navigated the halfway point. Thirty-six holes down. For most of these pint-sized gladiators, that means they’ve experienced the soothing balm of one course and the stinging rebuke of another at PGA Frisco.

Charley Hull, a golfer whose talent on the course is matched only by her… well, let's call it her *enthusiastic* sense of humor, recently dropped a story that had a lot of golf fans scratching their heads.